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Thursday, November 26, 2015

This Thanksgiving, I got a small taste of what it would be like to have Thanksgiving all alone. As luck would have it, all the kids are scattered off all over the country. My husband decided to go up to Seattle to purchase a new truck, and ran into some weather issues, and may not be home at all for Thanksgiving. My oldest needs to work. My youngest daughter might not be back from her travels to the Pacific Northwest with a friend.

It was looking like it would be just me and the dogs.

Soldiers serving overseas don't have their families around them at the holidays. I began to imagine how they would feel, perhaps leaving a pregnant wife, or new bride, a baby born just before deployment or during, the elderly parent or grandparent who is in frail health, or who passes or has just passed away. I can only imagine what it would feel like to be stuck in a foreign land where not much of the language is understood. Weather and landscapes vastly different from that place that we call home. Their jobs don't stop for a holiday like Thanksgiving.

It has to take a personal toll, being so disconnected from their family and their country.

My heart goes out to all those who didn't return, or will never return, to the families who mourn for them. To the soldiers who miss home, mom and apple pie. Who even miss the little arguments that can happen around a dinner table at Thanksgiving. Who assemble relying on their new, perhaps temporary family, and the grace and decency of their superiors. Who do this thing we call military service day in and day out. They do it for us.

Thank you. My wish is that you know how deeply thankful I am for my freedoms, and for the way
you have protected me so I could live this crazy life. Know that there are far more people who love and support you, than you ever knew existed.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Posting early because of what today is. John F. Kennedy was the president who signed into legislation the formation of the U.S. Navy SEALs in 1962. President Kennedy was shot on November 22, 1963, in Dallas Texas.

Although his presidency was mired in controversy and often criticized, he did bring us two great ideas: We put a man on the moon. He created the Navy SEALs. For these I will forever be grateful.

Just wanted to reprint my blog of today for those who are interested in military history. We write about hunky guys. I guess today I'm a little nostalgic about the loss of life many military men and women and their families have endured over the years. Maybe I'm feeling a bit sad today about the loss of Camelot.

History marches on. We write what inspires us, and the SEALs certainly do inspire me. On a day when we are posting hunky pictures of half-naked men, I just wanted to bring some background and history, I guess a little reality, and a very quick glance at a time, not unlike today, when things seemed very dangerous. We survived, didn't we? There was a cost to this, of course, but we survived.

If you feel like it, go over to my blog today and learn more about John Kennedy and the early formation of the Navy SEALs.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Six novels from some New York Times, USA Today and award winning bestselling authors! Six individual novels that create one giant book! One story leading into the next into the next! This is a continuation in the hunt for Red Wolf including all the characters you love from Elite Metal!

Target: Tungsten – Heather Long

Zinc's Heart – Rebecca Royce

Lithium's Rescue – Sabrina York

Thallium's Submission – Anna Alexander

Nickel's Wounds – Saranna DeWylde

Titanium's Sacrifice – Jennifer Kacey

Elite Ghosts
For more than two years they've been ghosts. Nothing but names on empty tombstones. Men and women forced to fade into the background after being pulled from the rubble. Dead Marines saved from a fate worse than death, but ordered to stand down while their lives disappeared all around them.

Some knew it could happen if a mission exploded. Double crossed by more than just Red Wolf. But now is their time to be reborn from the flames of a Phoenix. No longer imprisoned in the shadows. A half-life between them and their future. To make things right coming back to life is their only option.

Loyalty is their salvation but damage is always more than skin deep.

A new hope. A new family. Elite Ghosts.

Target: Tungsten by Heather Long - Bradley "Tungsten" Peck. Marine. Lover. Friend. He's the man who can get anything, find anyone, and accomplish every goal. At least he was, before he lost the only woman who mattered...he won't stop until he gets her back or she puts a bullet in him.